Death at a Funeral – Neil LaBute
Staring a cluster fuck of actors and comedians, Death at a Funeral appears using the same mentality of the film that i had reviewed before named Grown Ups; stick a few names and faces you recognise into the most boring story with a boring script and people will just see it for the names. And it doesn’t work. This film is horribly not funny, a filler film you’ll see in bins in supermarkets at the price of £3. And this will happen probably in the next couple of weeks, even though it’s just come out. I’m a massive fan of Chris Rock, Martin Lawrence and Tracy Morgan, all for different reasons, but here, they are underused, they are given a shit script to work from, the ad-libbing isn’t comfortable enough and their presence just seems to be about money. Directed by a complete unknown, and throw in a couple more cameos from Zoe Saldana, who is a pretty fucking good actress, who stole the show in Avatar, Luke Wilson, a favourite of mine in pictures by Wes Anderson, Danny Glover who is fucking Danny Glover and a few other people that you may know, this film sucks. Clearly made by the same studio that created the Adam Sandler suck fest Grown Ups don’t spend your money watching this or even waste your time watching it.
Because of my clear hatred of the film, here is a little lazy writing by taking the plot from the famous site Wikipedia, who describe it in such an enthusiastic way. The film revolves around the funeral ceremony for the father of Aaron (Chris Rock) and Ryan (Martin Lawrence). Aaron, the older son, lives with his wife Michelle at his parent's home. Aaron envies Ryan because Ryan is a successful writer, while he has not had his novel published, and resents his brother. Elaine (Zoe Saldana) and her fiancé Oscar (James Marsden) are on their way to pick up her brother Jeff (Columbus Short) before heading to the funeral. To ease Oscar's nerves, she gives him what she believes is Valium. Jeff later reveals to Elaine that it is actually a hallucinogenic drug he's concocted for his friend. Aaron is approached by an unknown guest, a little person named Frank (Peter Dinklage), who reveals him to be the secret lover of his deceased father. Frank shows Aaron photos as proof and threatens to reveal them to Aaron's mother unless he is paid $30,000. Comedy ensues.
Don’t go see this film or even waste your time thinking about it.